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Kyle awoke suddenly and quickly, with him sitting upright abruptly. He knew the exact time it was as soon as he opened his eyes, without needing to look at a clock. It was like clockwork with him, being able to wake up at a scheduled time every morning by setting a metaphorical internal alarm. He did this every morning for as long as he could remember, training his body in such a way so that he would be up and ready for any situation as soon as he awoke from his slumber. Kyle thought to himself, "[color=0076a3]Another day another dollar[/color]", and swung his feet over the side of his bed as he rubbed his eyes. He had the same dream last night that he had every night for years. He looked like he currently did but he was back in the day when his parents were killed. He was kneeling on the ground, his hands behind his back, tears streaming down his face as his parents were blinded with a rag and forced to the ground not even a dozen steps away from him. His parents, instead of assuring Kyle he would be fine or trying to be brave for him, pleaded for their lives like cowards. They begged and cried, making promises to do better and to pay back double or triple what they owed. Kyle knelt there, feeling mixed and feeling vulnerable but also like he was made of impenetrable stone. He wished his parents would....well act like parents. He did so much for them and kept them out of trouble for so long that he felt like he failed them for not being able to come through for them this time, when their lives were on the line. He wanted them to reassure him in their final moments, he wanted them to talk to him. He wanted.....them to shut up and stop whining. They were acting like they had lived, desperate and cowardly. He remembered the heat of the moment, the tension, the fear. Down to the very last detail, the very lasts second. His dream always ends the same, with the sound of two gunshots and a force hitting him in the back of the head. Not a bullet but more like a bat.

Kyle stood up and stretched his arms. "[color=0076a3]Fear allows anger and distrust, anger and distrust allows violence, violence allows death, and death is losing. You don't lose. You never lose. [/color]" Kyle quickly showered and dressed himself, choosing his usual outfit. He wore a black v-neck T-shirt, black jeans, a red jacket with the small collar propped up. He had his tan backpack shouldered, and as he double checked that he had all of his possessions he sighed softly. Some day he would not have to do what he was going to do, but he would need a lot of money or some how a guarenteed way out. He was smart, but even he couldn't find a way to get out safely. 

Kyle left his small one bedroom home and locked the door, almost laughing out loud when he did. He lived in almost a hovel, a small one bedroom apartment where the bedroom , living room, and kitchen was all in the same room. Kyle did not need much, and 75 percent of what he made he saved and would never touch. He rarely every needed anything expensive and only splurged on things that he absolutely needed. Kyle walked on the sidewalk, the same sidewalk every morning, to the same office every morning. Normally he was able to commute peacefully, but today something different happened. As he walked down the street he passed a shop where he noticed a few things were off. It was a slightly popular antique store that was able to keep product that most people that worked paycheck to paycheck, where you could buy a decent clock or silverware at cost that was less than any mainstream store. In the second he passed the store he noticed a few things like how the store sign said closed, except in four years the store had never been closed on this day of the week at this time. How a few antiques in the window were either missing from there spots or fallen over, and how the lights were off. Kyle knew he needed to get to where he was suppose to go, but he almost felt compelled. He knew what this spelled and......Kyle could not explain it.

Kyle tested the door, seeing if it was locked which thankfully it wasn't. Kyle opened and entered to see three men, all wearing ski masks with one holding an old school revolver and the other two wielding a bat and a crowbar. The man with the gun was trying to intimidate the elderly shop keeper, who was having none of their shit. Kyle leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold.

(Gun wielding robber): Yo man, we know you got a safe. We know you do, we seen it. Give us what you got old man.

The shop keeper simply looked annoyed and crossed his arms. The gun wielding robber pressed his weapon against the temple of the man, trying to scare him into submission.

(Gun wielding robber): Fool does it look like we playin?
(Crowbar robber): Take it easy eh? We trying to make money not trying to kill no one.
(Gun wielder): Man shut your ass up, and let me do my thing. I seen real mafia in action I know what I am doin.

Kyle sighed, alerting the men to his presence. 

(Gun wielder): What the hell man you were suppose to lock the door, go knock that fool down.

The bat wielder started to move, unaware of what was about to transpire. In the minute Kyle had watched the scene unfold he had already devised a dozen different ways to proceed depending on who moved first. Kyle kicked his right foot out, sending a small urn that was placed on the floor near to where he was standing. It was sent flying and bounced off the shin of Bat wielder which cracked it when it landed on the ground, who recoiled in both shock and pain. Kyle dashed forward in front of Bat wielder, avoiding the aim of the gun wielder. He struck the bat wielder with the edge of his palm in an upward palm thrust, catching his chin and nose, causing the man to be dazed and have a broken nose. Kyle pushed him forward so that he could stay out of the sight of Gun wielder as crow bar wielder came in to attack. Kyle moved behind a table that had a few items on it, and crouched around it so that he was on the opposite side of the table as the crow bar wielder. He reached behind him and grabbed an antique cane, javelin throwing it. It struck his opponent in the chest, making him drop his crowbar. As a shot was fired from Gun wielder, Kyle slid himself under the table while grabbing the dropped crowbar when it came near. He swung it, knocking out the non unequipped robber by hitting him int he face. 

(Gun wielder robber): Enough!

The last robber shot again, barely missing Kyle's face.

(Gun wielder robber): Lucky motha-

The robber was interrupted as the store owner finally made his move. Since the robbers attention was so focused on Kyle, it gave him an opportunity to grab the nearest heavy object and stike unconscious the last robber. Kyle stood up and brushed himself off.

"[color=0076a3]Thank you, I was almost afraid that I had miscalculated the ending to this little scenario. It would have been slightly uncomfortable for me to have been wrong.[/color]"

The shop keeper huffed and held out his hand. Kyle sighed again, pulling out his wallet and handing the shop keeper a few bills.

"[color=0076a3]Of course, I would pay you for the damages and broken items. Have a good day.[/color]"

The shop owner barely payed him heed after he was payed, already pulling out his phone to call the police. Kyle grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder as he walked out, already putting this memory out of his head. 

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Kyle walked through the door to to Father's Corvi's office, he simply found an open space more or less near the closest corner to the door and stood up straight. He scanned the room, half paying attention to the Father, half assessing the situation in the room. Meaning, he was trying to eyeball the danger zone he was in. These were some decent players, and in this game when there are this many players shit gets real real fast. Kyle nodded when his name was mentioned and his task was given, and nodded at his new partners. After Kat spoke, Kyle replied with "[color=0076a3]If not, it will become apparent soon.[/color]" Kyle tugged on his bag, and ran a hand through his hair with his hand. He fell in line behind Kat, but not too close.


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